Characters and Pressure
My wife Cathy has spent this weekend canning and freezing: blackberry jam, bread and butter pickles, and corn. I’ve lent a hand: toting, shucking, mashing, cleaning. My mother spent her summers preserving food, so it’s a nostalgic thing for me to listen to the jar lids popping as they seal, the hot jars cooling, the…
Read MoreThe Case of the Missing Shirt: Some Tips for Writing Narratives
“You put it in the suitcase, didn’t you?” my wife Cathy says. “Oh, no. Don’t tell me,” I say. “You have got to be kidding.” (I rarely begin a narrative with dialogue, but in this case it seems called for, given the urgency of the situation). The “it” in question is my favorite shirt. It’s…
Read MoreThe Enduring Voice: COVID’s Effect on Writing
Someone recently asked me how I think COVID-19 has influenced writing. Specifically, this person wondered whether I was seeing stories from workshop participants that deal with “the years of living in fear and losing people to the virus,” or whether everyone was avoiding thinking about the pandemic and writing uplifting stories. I want to be…
Read MoreTurning a Premise: Using Opposites to Make Our Fiction Memorable
Today, my wife Cathy and I drove out to our favorite produce stand to see what we might find for our traditional Sunday evening country supper. New potatoes, locally grown green beans, sweet corn, and an orange tomato. The first time we found Bambi’s Produce Market, we did so by happy accident. We’d been driving…
Read MoreWriting Toward Understanding
I just got back from a family reunion in southeastern Illinois, and next month I go to my fiftieth high school class reunion. The events have me thinking about a writing exercise that should work for both fiction and creative nonfiction. Maybe you’ve had the experience of being close to someone and then drifting apart,…
Read MoreThe Shapes of Things: Letting Content Determine Form
When I worked with my father on our farm, I often found myself frustrated with a task I couldn’t perform—a rusted nut that couldn’t be turned, a grease zerk that was hard to reach, a saw blade that kept catching. When I’d say I couldn’t do something, my father would say, “Can’t never did nothing.”…
Read MoreTaking the Temperature of Writers’ Conferences
I just returned from teaching at the West Virginia Writers’ Conference, so I’ve decided to rerun this old post. If you’re of a certain age, you’ll remember the old thermometers, the ones that you had to keep under your tongue for four minutes, the ones you had to shake down with an expert snap of…
Read MoreAt the End
One of my readers recently posed a question about loose ends in a book-length narrative and how to know what needs to be resolved and what can be left slightly open. The question also included an inquiry into the effectiveness of epilogues. A book-length narrative asks us to invest in the sweep of the main…
Read MoreThis Place of Dirt and Dust
The peonies are in bloom. Each year, in time for Memorial Day, these fragrant flowers make their showy appearance. When I was a child, my mother made bouquets. She put a handful of gravel in the bottom of a coffee can wrapped in aluminum foil. She added the cut peonies and maybe a few irises…
Read MoreThe Shared Experience: Tips for Reading from Your Work
My latest guilty pleasure is watching people on YouTube react to their first time hearing a song. I can’t quite figure out why I love doing this so much, but I suspect it has something to do with the pleasure I get from seeing someone share my experience. When someone feels the emotional impact of…
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